Besides the gifts I mentioned yesterday--and the great time we had--I received these from my niece and her family:
I was delighted with the book, which was originally published six years before I was born--1930--and the idea is for the reader to make certain choices about whether to marry against her parents' wishes. It's a unique idea and a unique gift.
Got a text from Jonathan U., a guy in his thirties who appeared with me in Backstage Bedlam. He sent out an invitation to all in the cast, saying if we didn't have plans for Christmas to come over to his and his partner's place in Oxnard. Of course, I'll be at Ellen's, but hope to meet Maurtel another time.
My dear friend, Lora, who now lives in Arizona and we had long, long talk. She lost her grown son last year and was devastated, of course. We talked about her emotional state and she's getting along, partly by practicing two kinds of art: "alcohol painting" and "plate art." Here are some of her works:
Didn't do a whole heck of a lot yesterday. Had breakfast with Linda, Helen, and a new resident named Rick, who's mighty sharp for ninety. Lunch with Kathie, Cheryl, and one of the many Marys. After that, I got some things packed for the next three nights, took a nap, then had dinner with a couple I just met: Julie and Art, Jews from Brooklyn and I like them a lot. A friend a theirs, also a resident, came up to chat and I just had to take his picture: 
LOVE IT!
I understand my place will be cleaned and my bed stripped and remade today. It's supposed to be a weekly service, but I've been here eleven days, and this is the first time it will be done. Okay, I'll let it ride unless the lapse is repeated.
Unfortunately, I had a restless night and awakened several times. I still have to complete packing, do a wash, and otherwise getting ready for my three-day sojourn at Ellen's for Yuletide.
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